My dear friend.
I have learned much from you,
Mostly, I have learned to be free.
I remember the shame of my queerness,
I had excepted it- not embraced it.
*** warped my brain at a young age,
I blocked it out.
You were out experiencing,
You found joy in forbidden kisses, just like I once did.
For a time I lived vicariously,
Tonight I changed.
Met with an older man, pleasured him, and left,
This time was different.
I felt that freedom that I had never felt,
The freedom I saw in you.
Now I sit, writing,
My heart smiles because I understand I’m home.
I’m home in my skin,
I’m home in my queerness.
Finally.
Thank you good friend,
Goodnight.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
My dear friend.
I have learned much from you,
Mostly, I have learned to be free.
I remember the shame of my queerness,
I had excepted it- not embraced it.
*** warped my brain at a young age,
I blocked it out.
You were out experiencing,
You found joy in forbidden kisses, just like I once did.
For a time I lived vicariously,
Tonight I changed.
Met with an older man, pleasured him, and left,
This time was different.
I felt that freedom that I had never felt,
The freedom I saw in you.
Now I sit, writing,
My heart smiles because I understand I’m home.
I’m home in my skin,
I’m home in my queerness.
Finally.
Thank you good friend,
Goodnight.
First poem kinda nervous! Hope you see this, dear friend.
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